In other typhoon-related news: Just as the hubby and I were walking in the door last night, cackling about how other people had lost power for hours, we discovered that half our house had no light. 

Half karma. Such a bitch.

Naturally - since I’m convinced I know everything - I was all “AHA! We blew a FUSE! I know what to do with that!” (Hey I’d watched my mom go clackety-clack with fuse switches in her house before. How hard could it be?)

And just as naturally - because he’s convinced I break everything - the husband was all “Yeah, there’s no way that’s happening.”

A bout of bickering - and some mild wrestling for the fuse box - ensued. Naturally.

You see, the hubby and I inhabit opposite ends of the DELUSIONAL SPECTRUM when it comes to my Mrs. Fixit abilities.

Here’s how I imagined it:

Five minutes or less — problem solved, power restored.

Here’s how the hubby imagined it:

One minute or less — electrocution and heart failure.

Oh ye of little faith… and even less handyman skills.

Anyway the argument - now known as ‘The Power Struggle’ - went on for a bit until we finally had a look at the fuse box and I realized it didn’t actually have any switches to go clackety-clack with.

So we decided to just call a frigging electrician the next day.  And I could’ve been all snappish and pissed the way we women sometimes are when we’re totally pahiya — but no, I decided to laugh it off and learn a couple of lessons from the experience instead.

You don’t always have to know it all.

You don’t always have to have all the power.

Sometimes, it’s kind of nice to keep yourself a little bit in the dark.